get chased down the street by some white guy with no shirt.
Today, I got a call from the police asking me to go in to give a
statement. While waiting for the proper interview room to be freed up,
the officer and I sat in the interview room they put baddies in. It
was way creepier than the one for goodies, which had soft chairs and a
box of tissues in case of emogency.
It took about an hour all up - we ran through what I saw, went over it
a couple of times and expounded on some detail. Officer typed
everything out in a formal document for me to sign.
Goodness! It's laid out so neatly! Numbered dotpoints, short line
length, tidy courier typeface, giant leading, lots of whitespace;
I wish webdesign were that lovely. Got given a copy of it for
reference (posterity); have tucked it in a box, next to my uni degree
that I never use and a pair of red woolly mittens from a friend I
hardly see anymore.